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“So you must live as God’s obedient children. Don’t slip back into your old ways of living to satisfy your own desires. You didn’t know any better then. But now you must be holy in everything you do, just as God who chose you is holy.”

- 1 Peter 1:14-15


The Parable of the Narrow Road

The Parable of the Narrow Road

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“You can enter God’s Kingdom only through the narrow gate. The highway to hell is broad, and its gate is wide for the many who choose that way. But the gateway to life is very narrow and the road is difficult, and only a few ever find it.” (Matthew 7:13-14)

Loving parents set their child upon a road to the gate 
And gave him a Bible and told him not to be late. 
“Stay on the narrow path,” his parents would say, 
“do not take to the wide one, do not stray.”
So the boy started out, with his head held high
His eyes, at first, only took in the sky. 
But this road was strange for it was not straight. 
It forked many times on the way to the gate. 
One path always looked wider and clean, 
while the other was small, dirty, and mean. 

At first the boy stayed upon the path he was set, 
but the more he walked the more dirty and wet 
the road and the boy would get. “This path is not easy.” 
Every time the road forked he felt slightly queasy. 
“The path over there is so bright and clean, 
how could it be wrong to walk in its gleam?” 
So the boy wandered off of the narrow path, 
not thinking at all about the aftermath.

And it was here the boy met a stranger who crept about. 
He looked at the Bible and stifled a shout. 
“That’s a good book,” the stranger said with a grin, 
“take another: it answers all the questions therein.” 
The stranger sounded smart and patted the boy’s back, 
“Sure,” the boy said, adding the book to his stack. 
And he continued on the road 
with his new book in tow.

He hadn’t walked far before more people appeared, 
they seemed only to want to bend the boy’s ear. 
They talked of mysteries and things he’d never heard. 
They all sounded smart and used many big words. 
Many, many books now had he gotten, 
that the Bible had ended up on the bottom. 
His load was beginning to grow heavy, 
when a new stranger popped out and levied, 
“You’ll never get anywhere without a degree, 
get one and you’ll be as smart as me.” 
Oh he wanted to be smart like all the people he’d met, 
the great thinkers and philosophers, but he started to forget 
the original path upon which he began, 
until the road forked up ahead a span.

The road he had traveled was so wide, 
it had plenty of room for new ideas to abide. 
The narrow road made him think of his mom and dad, 
of the words that dwelt within the Book he had, 
the one that gathered dust at the bottom of his stack, 
a collection that had grown to hurt his back. 
But the road was so narrow he could never aspire
to fit down the road with all the books he acquired. 
“I could carry one,” the boy reasoned aloud, 
but how could he choose among such a crowd? 
He sat down at the fork and dumped his pile;
he searched through each text and it took quite a while. 
When he got to the end he found one covered in dust;
how long had it been since he’d read it thus? 
He’d read many books about this Book, that was sure, 
but had he considered the words therein, pure? 
He moved the other books aside, 
even his degree which carried such pride. 
He opened the old Book and read, 
and considered every word with his heart and his head. 
Once he had finished, with tears in his eyes, 
he looked up, anew, once again at the sky. 
This Book had opened his eyes once more, 
he felt as if he was a boy like before. 
He took in his arms just the one Book
and gave the pile one last look.

“Look,” he said to the books, “You made me think a lot, 
but you muddied things up, and help, this Book needs not. 
For it says within that Jesus’ yoke is easy, 
but your presentation, well, it was just sleazy. 
I’ll stick with the Word of God from now on, 
for He’s sent His Holy Spirit upon 
all who believe in Jesus His Son, 
and put their faith in His resurrection.” 
And with that the boy could not wait
to begin on the narrow path that leads to the gate.

“Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.” (Matthew 6:20)

“After all, we brought nothing with us when we came into the world, and we can't take anything with us when we leave it.” (1 Timothy 6:7)

May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.


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